untold desire || weston koury

chapter four

a/n so nvm actually it's actually 4:45 am and i have to wake up in an hour ummm anyways just gonna update for the fun of it lalalala

weston's force causes my back to push against the cold brick exterior of the apartment building. his knee presses into my inner thigh, and i hear the soft thud of his palm slam onto the wall next to my head. i reach my hand up to trace his jawline with the pad of my pointer finger, and he retracts his hand to do the same to me. 

he brings his fingers down to my body as they trail over my collarbone, and i lean into him more by sitting up straight. i run both of my hands through his fluffy hair, tugging just a bit. weston kisses me even harder at this action, and his fingers quickly travel down to my waist, his thumbs firm against my skin. 

"w- wait," i force out. my voice is droned out from all of the traffic below. i look down at his red, swollen lips and peck them one more time, trying to buy myself time to think of what to say. "this is.. wrong."

weston's eyebrows furrow in confusion. i can see him scanning my face for any sign of anger or sadness. "why? don't you like me?"

"i think so..." my response makes him look down at his hands in his lap. "i mean, no, sorry- yes!" 

he cocks his head to the side. "huh?" 

i sigh, "listen, i didn't even think it could be a possibility that you liked me at all, so this is a really big step, you know?"

he nods and shrugs. i take both of his hands and hold them, making sure that i have his full attention. 

"i've known i had feelings for you ever since you got off that plane," he mutters with a small laugh, and i smile. 

"really?"

"really."

i kiss the top of his hand as he grins foolishly at me. 

"well, what are we gonna do now?" he asks. i lean my head back on the brick, feeling exhausted, and i weigh my options silently. 

rushing into dating right now is obviously off the table, and since i know that weston likes me, i know he'll want to do whatever i want to do. 

"maybe we could just take things slow, no pressure, see where it goes..?" i suggest. 

his face lights up at my offer, and i smile even wider at his expression. "i'm okay with that."

weston stands up and extends his arm to take, and i grab it to pull myself up. we climb through the window and weston holds my hand, leading me to his room. i glance over at the pullout couch, all neat and tidy, but i focus my attention to weston again. 

he closes the door lightly and i lay down on my back on top of the comforter. he sits down next to me on his side, his temple leaning down on his knuckles. i reach up and comb my hand through his hair, and he does about the same thing to me. 

weston twirls the ends of my dark strands with his long fingers, and i close my eyes. he starts to kiss my neck gently, but i stop him. 

"i'm tired," i whisper drowsily. 

"fine by me," he agrees and plants a small kiss on the top of my head. "here, get under the covers."

he lifts the comforter and i crawl under them, wrapping my arms around his neck. i bury my face into his chest, almost fully asleep. weston places his hands around my waist and and rests his chin on the top of my head. i smile to myself as the comfortableness of his touch fades into darkness. 

a/n its 6:02 am now and im literally abt to lie to my mom and say my covid shot really did a number on me and that i cant go to school. i literally feel completely fine tho and im barely tired even though i stayed up all night [lipbite] also this chapter is short sorry i dont have any ideas rn im fried!